A Second Chance With My Billionaire Love

Chapter 1811-1820

Waylen smoothed Rena’s hair.

He murmured, “If things don’t work out between them, we can just let Cecilia be on her own. we’re family and we’ll always be there for her.”

Rena closed her eyes.

After a brief pause, she opened her eyes and expressed her unease.

“Waylen… I can’t shake this feeling that something might happen tonight. Stay awake with me, just in case.”

Waylen paid heed to her warning.

They lay on the bed and talked intimately, sharing the private moments of a loving couple.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the house, Cecilia cradled Edwin in her arms.

Throughout the night, Cecilia remained wide awake, her anticipation of the impending childbirth keeping sleep at bay.

Her hand tenderly cradled her swelling belly, feeling the gentle movements within.

In just two weeks, their little one would come into the world, yet she hadn’t picked a name for her baby.

In the dim light of the room, Edwin’s voice broke through the silence as he murmured “daddy” in his sleep.

Cecilia touched her son’s face gently, and her heart ached for the little boy… She longed to explain everything to him, yet she could not figure out how.

A sudden sharp pain pierced her lower abdomen, causing her to gasp.

Suddenly, the sheets beneath her were damp.

Her water had broken.

In the midst of her agony, Cecilia found it difficult to utter a word. Clutching her belly, she doubled over, the pain relentless.

Edwin roused from his slumber, witnessed his mother’s distress, her forehead glistening with sweat.

Edwin realized his sister was about to be born.

He hurriedly darted out of his bed, rushing to knock urgently on the door of the neighboring room.

“Uncle Waylen, mommy is going to have a baby!” Edwin exclaimed.

Waylen, in the middle of a conversation with Rena, didn’t hesitate.

He swiftly threw off the quilt and rushed to the opposite room, preceding even a coat.

Rena urgently trailed after Waylen.

As expected, Cecilia was indeed going into labor earlier than anticipated.

Waylen swiftly grabbed a down jacket and gently draped it over Cecilia. With a calm demeanor, he turned to Rena.

“I’ll carry her downstairs. Go wake up Mom and Dad. Make sure someone stays at home to look after the children and the rest of us will take Cecilia to the hospital now.”

Rena nodded, her eyes filled with concern for her sister-in-law.

Two minutes later, the lights in the Fowler’s house flickered to life.

On the first day of the new year, the Fowlers were on the way to welcome a new member into the family.

Waylen was behind the wheel, his focus steady on the road, while Korbyn provided directions.

Rena held Cecilia in her arms. While Edwin, who had insisted on accompanying them, sat next to Rena.

Cecilia broke out in a cold sweat because of the pain.

She was sweating profusely. Clutching onto Rena’s waist, she called out Rena’s name, her voice strained, as if she were speaking in her sleep.

Rena tenderly rubbed Cecilia’s belly, offering soothing words.

“You’ll be fine as soon as you arrive at the hospital.”

Upfront, Waylen’s grip on the steering wheel was firm, his attention solely on the road.

The snowy night made the journey treacherous; every turn had to be navigated with extreme caution. Hence, he didn’t allow his attention to wander elsewhere.

He drove himself, deeply concerned for both his sister’s and the baby’s safety, unwilling to leave anything to chance.

Half an hour later, the black Bentley came to a halt at the hospital, and a team of medical staff swiftly approached, rolling a stretcher toward them. Cecilia was gently transferred onto it and rushed straight to the delivery room.

In the grip of pain, Cecilia was in a daze, her mind clouded.

In her delirium, she muttered a name that still held her heart captive.

Mark.

Waylen was taken aback.

He tenderly leaned down and kissed his sister’s forehead and whispered in a hoarse voice, “I’ll call him, Cecilia.”

“No. Don’t do that.”

Cecilia, amidst her pain, shook her head weakly.

Sweat streamed down Cecilia’s forehead, and embarrassment tinged her face. Tears welled up in her eyes as she pleaded, “Waylen, please don’t call him.”

Waylen’s eyes were heavy.

He held his sister’s hand and nodded, “Okay. I won’t call Mark.”

The walls of the delivery room were totally white. There were also a pair of bright incandescent lamps in the ceiling above.

Cecilia was in excruciating pain.

But she bit down on her lip and looked up at the lights.

Tears streamed down the corner of her eyes, each tear reflecting the gleam of the light.

“Mark. Mark…”

She murmured the name over and over in her heart. It was not that she didn’t want to hear his voice or hear him call her name, but she was just scared.

She was afraid that if Waylen called him, the call would be answered by someone else, instead of Mark himself.

Cecilia missed him very much, and she also hated him very much.

She said to him in her mind, “Mark. I really hate you, you know.

Do you know Edwin has been missing you?

Do you have any idea how happy I was when I came to you and waited for you to accompany me to my antenatal appointment the other day?

Of course you don’t know.

You know nothing.”

Cecilia was feeling throbbing pain, making her feel so dizzy that she didn’t even have the strength to miss and hate Mark anymore. With the series of contractions she was experiencing, it was clear that the child couldn’t wait to come into the world.

Before long, a sharp cry could be heard coming from the delivery room.

This was the first day of the new year, and the Fowler family had just welcomed a new member.

was born

who picked the name for

with windows that

snowy, so anyone here would feel comfortable drinking a cup of hot cocoa in a warm house while looking at the

in a room all year round, no matter how beautiful the scenery was, it would

the window, looking outside. His thin stature

had almost

He had lived

with a glass of water and medicine

take the medicine,” Peter

Mark seemed like he had not heard

staring at the snow outside. After a while, he murmured, “Today is the New

nose twitched when

year, the Evans Gardon would always be beautifully decorated, and Mrs. Evans would

her favorite food,”

of silence, he cautiously suggested, “How about you call Rena and ask about Cecilia and the baby? The baby should have

heard this, he began to fumble in his pocket for his

then, he stopped and shook

yesterday, he had thought about calling her, but he never did. It seemed it was better if he never called her at all. He knew

not call her,” he said

have to give Cecilia too

to hear this. Nevertheless, he stepped

“Please take your medicine.

I’ll buy you some pumpkin pies. You can

took the medicines from him and

a nurse came in to help put

she was done, Mark looked sideways at the

weaker

Mark to fall asleep nowadays. This time, he had a dream and

Rena gave birth to Alexis. He dreamed that he was still strong

had almost given up on

lived two

standing behind him with a glass of water

the medicine,”

he

the snow outside. After a while, he murmured,

twitched when he heard

into a smile and said, “Yes, during this time of the year, the Evans Gardon would

her favorite

moment of silence, he cautiously suggested, “How about you call Rena and ask about Cecilia and the baby? The baby should

began to fumble in

he stopped and shook his

It seemed it was

I better not call her,” he

didn’t have to give

stepped forward and handed him

“Please take your medicine.

bed. I’ll buy you some pumpkin

from him and swallowed them

the bed, and a nurse came

she was done, Mark looked sideways at

his phone got weaker

for Mark to fall asleep nowadays. This time, he had a dream and it was about

Rena gave birth to Alexis. He dreamed that he was

behavior was much like that of

while and call him “Uncle Mark” when

fact, this Cecilia in his dream was so

arms and gently stroked his face, saying,

this point, Mark woke

hospital room were white, just like the snowy environment

gently closed his eyes

he needed to have more

ward, but he felt cold all over his body. He felt Life without Cecilia was

buy the pumpkin pies

a plump foreign nurse was in the

home. He missed his home

those wisteria flowers in the Evans Gardon, the food Zoey cooked, and the

he couldn’t change

never give up as long as he

if Cecilia still continued to hate him, even if he wouldn’t survive and have her back…

was determined to stay strong

was finding it difficult to go

to make paper planes. He knew how much Edwin liked

when he grew up. The plane would be so fast that

go there because

boy. Mark’s pale fingers trembled as

back to the hospital

had run into a snowstorm on

I’m just in time. The pumpkin pies are still warm,” he said to

paper planes Mark had been making and he

neatly arranged the paper planes

of your pumpkin

only actually

more

putting it in his mouth, he put down the spoon because he felt

narrowed his eyes and looked

to go back home and have

Angela’s Library

cheerfully assured him. But he could see that

about it, Mark’s

was around 4 a.m. in

when he looked at the caller ID. For

Maybe Edwin misses you,” Peter urged in

into

silly boy,”

It was an international call, so the signal was a little

voice sounded a little

when he said, “Cecilia gave birth to a girl.

a girl that

hand in which Mark held the phone trembled so violently that

said,

Mark closed his eyes.

“Rena will take a flight to come see you next week. I’ll

“Okay,” Mark said softly.

silence, Waylen said, “Mark, no matter what,

for the emotional entanglement with Cecilia, Mark was a

sacrificed too much in the first half of his life.

sniffed and put down

duration of the call, he never even dared

had been standing in the room all along, was eager to hear what had been discussed since all he’d heard were the one or two words

“What happened?” he asked.

a while, he looked up at Peter and said, “Cecilia has given birth to a baby girl. She’s been named

to hear this and he did a fist pump in

said with

a good sign on the first day of the new year. And

in agreement and began to stroke one of the paper planes he had

back home to see Cecilia

Angela’s Library

glance would be

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